Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.